1st
When I was sixteen, I chopped off all my hair, and then, in a mostly unrelated move, broke up with my boyfriend. I handled the whole thing poorly (as sixteen year olds tend to do), and blindsided him with my somewhat pathetic excuse that I just wasn’t “mature enough” to be in a relationship. He looked at me and asked what the hell I was talking about, because I looked “twenty-five with [my] new hair.” I don’t remember if I pointed out that there was a world of difference between looking and feeling an age, but I was the one being an asshole, and he was just trying to be nice, so I probably didn’t say anything at all.
I remembered this the other day when I looked at my now actually twenty-five year old self, and realized that I had inadvertently gotten the exact same haircut I got nine years ago. (it’s highly likely I even brought in the same photo)
I know that this doesn’t really mean anything (beyond the fact that my sense of style has been stagnant for a decade—but we already knew that), but I’d like to think that maybe it’s a sign that I finally look and feel the age I’m supposed to look and feel like. Is that what being a grown up is?
